Only two of my works thus far I would classify as poetic realism. They are perhaps my finest, but that could just be the allure of the genre. Regardless of how they compare with other stuff I have written, they are very complex crafts in-and-of-themselves.
With a work like this, to provide a summary can only dilute it.
With a work like this, to provide a summary can only dilute it.
Farewell was conceived as a singular unit. There was never supposed to be a Part II. But Part II came knocking on my mind's eye, and there was no escaping it. Redemption would be had for these characters. If it took two years, or twenty years, or thirty years after death, something would change in their situation, and whatever this change would be was a question hammering to be known. The two plays are ultimately very different stories and should be treated as coming from two wildly different artistic and personal perspectives.Â